Debt Erotica Novels & Stories

"Do you remember our agreement?" Lyralei nodded stiffly, her voice tight. "I remember. You said I was only carrying pups for Rowena. Once they were born, you would pay me, and we would have nothing more to do with each other." "Good," Garrick said coldly. "Since you remember, what did you do afterward?" He activated the surveillance footage and played it in front of her. The color drained from Lyralei's face. "Your ambition was aimed at the wrong place," Garrick said. "Now you will pay for that greed."

“Hmm. Yeah. I’m going to tell you something else, and it’ll probably upset you, but I need to be honest with you.” “Okay…” “Credits are also awarded for bringing slaves into the club for… entertainment.” Fia’s heart stopped beating. It wasn’t actual slavery. It wasn’t really prostitution. But it felt like it. She didn’t know how to feel. It was wrong. It was evil. But her pussy was suddenly sopping wet again, which was strange happening so quickly after they had just had sex. It felt like being a slave and she loved it.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Keith, the man with the buzz cut who had just molested me, chimed in, "We play with cash only. We don't accept mobile payments. If you help him settle his debt, he won't have to spend a dime and can win it back later. Doesn't it sound like a good deal?" Ernest nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. These are my childhood friends. It won't cost you anything to let them cop a feel. I can win the money back anyway. Don't make such a big deal out of this." As soon as his words fell, the other two guys extended their hands as well. "That's right, Bianca. Ernest owes us some money, too. Let us have a feel, and we'll call it even." Before I could respond, both of their hands were already on my thighs. In all

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I replied casually. "Liar," Debra said with a grin. I roll my eyes. Debra is a hopeless romantic. She spends all her salary paying handsome masseur men in the massage parlor to have sex with her. She told me that paid sex is better than nothing because she didn't want to die a virgin. A few minutes later, we are on board the bus going to work.

“I want you inside me.” He bent her over his massive oak desk, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her lace panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then slammed in balls-deep. Lila cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck your assistant’s tight cunt.” Ethan pounded her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass. The desk creaked under the force. He reached around to rub her swollen clit while railing her. “So wet for your boss. Such a dirty little slut.”

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

she deadpans. Grabbing my chest as I chuckle, I brush her sweaty hair away from her forehead. “Is that what your dirty girl dream was about? Me as a Dom?” She blinks at me. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” “Mhm, sure.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger with enough pressure that we’re a touch past pleasure and on the cusp of pain. She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t protest. “What else did Dom Nate do to you?” I slip two fingers into her wet crease and she gasps. “Because you seem to have really liked it.” I hook my fingers and stroke the textured spot inside her walls and she cringes, knowing exactly what I’m trying to do.

The moment she got walked into the master bedroom, she was Lila, kneeling naked in the center of the room… collar tight around her throat, silicone plug stretching her ass, tears already drying on her flushed cheeks… Lena’s lips curled into a cruel, delighted smile. “Oh my god,” she purred, stepping closer. “This is even better than I imagined.” Lila’s body trembled with humiliation as Elena circled her slowly, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I pulled Lena against me roughly, gripping her ass with both hands. “My dear stepsister has been paying off a very old debt. Three years’ worth. Want to help me remind her who she belongs to?” Lena looked straight into Lila’s eyes as she answered.